I'M BACK FROM GUIAR CAMP!WOOHOO! T'WAS LIKE THE FUNNEST EVER! ~ not...
Well it wasn't the best ever, but I guess a normal camp.
HAIL CIJIE!!!!Anyway, please read below to the end. I'll post photos of the camp the next time. I got this from one of the most coolest blogs ever. But I forgot the url, hopefully CIJIE shall help me remember!It's funny.When we were kids, all we ever wanted to be was to be exactly like our parents. Now, we cower in shame at the mere thought of someone even resembling us to them. And why is that? Why are we so embarrased about them?
I was in Far East Plaza today with my mother, and as we were in the parking lot, my mind somehow flooded with things.
One of my cousins, who most likely hates his mother to bits for non apparent reason.
My friend who curses his father behind her back.
My buddy who yelled at his mother for coming to his school just to give him some lunch.
It's pathetic. There was this sudden image in my mind. A kid runs up to his father and hugs his leg. The man looks down at it in disgust and laughs as his friends start jeering him. "He's not my kid." the father laughs. "Just some loser who I'm forced to have a relationship with. Oh well, I'll just dump him in some orphanage when he's young, and take him back when he's old enough to make money."
It's pretty similar with us, right?
Get money from our parents, and when we can mooch off them no more and are forced to finally support them, we dump them in the old folk's home. One thing for sure, nobody appreciates the love given to them from their parents. For the father, I admit that at most times it's not shown at all, and mothers show excess of it. That turns us off, because we're all assholes. But the love is still there. No matter how the situation seems. They raised you. The gave you food and clothes. Unless you're one of those cases that goes home to clean the house for them and all you get in return is a beating with a baseball bat hammered with nails, and two daily spanks with a heated iron. But I'm pretty sure that's not the case for you, the person reading this right now.
Now don't get me wrong, I'm still human. There are times where I roll my eyes and say, "God, is this really what I'm destined to become?"
But. . .still.
I was walking with my mother, and she grinned at me. "You can walk on without me." she said, smiling. "If we see any friends of yours, I can just act like I don't know you."
I felt like beating myself up at that.
I put my hand on her shoulder, grinning.
"We'll just see shall we?" I said. "When the time comes, I'll disown you."
You can rest assured, that time will never come.
Not in a million years.
I was never fond of people who are embarrassed about their parents and to be honest, I love my parents. So goodbye for now while I converse with my parents for awhile. BYE 